The Best Parts of Waking Up
One of the best things about housewifing is that I don’t have to get up and run out of the house in the morning. This means that, if we actually heed the alarm, I get some adorable time in the morning with Sexy Husband. While this does frequently amount to not much more than humpstarting, it does occasionally mean serious adorableness. This week I was treated to a dramatic reenactment of this, with a suggestion that he was going to spend all day using that voice. As I wore his hoodie to run my errands that day, I couldn’t help thinking, “you’re the man your lady could smell like!”
This morning the adorableness began with the always-entertaining coffee in bed. Coffee in bed is one of my favorite ways to transition into the day (right after humpstarting); it makes the day seem kinder, even when it’s a gross Seattle February day like today. While I am slow to get out of bed in the morning, even with my cup of coffee, Sexy Husband is not. Once he’s awake, he can’t go less that 55 mph, or he’ll explode! Seriously, the man does not stop moving, and let’s not even get into the things that go on inside his head (nothing bad, just frenetic). So, this morning, while I savored my coffee, I was treated to a bedside naked workout. There are some people that I would like to taunt with the fact that this is not the first time, but that seems redundant. They are, after all, the same ones who are (inexplicably?) jealous of my immeasurably charmed life.
